The seasons are changing,
When the once-cold kiss of winter air begins to change to that of cool spring,
Dead leaves are reborn, green once again after the harsh cold I produced
Will you comfort them with your warmth? With your kindness?
As my ice and frost melt away,
Will you welcome them all with your fresh flowers and leaves?
Will you give them the love I cannot replenish?
Or will you fall short, never fully living up to the expectations people have of the seasons?
Your rain gives birth to the flowers, renews the grass with life
It creates marsh-like land, the soil soggy to the touch, enveloping my feet and muddying my shoes.
As I hand over my reign over the frigid, bitter temperatures,
Watching a transformation of color begin to spread across the world,
I can only pray your soft breath of cool air can satiate the insatiable demands of the people.
